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petak, 14.01.2005.

ovo je naslov

hehe...evo malo san preuredio blog...ma, meni je baš lip sada...a inače san ja dosta samokritičan...al šta mogu kad mi se sviđa ovako...
sad je malo kasno pa mi se ne da ništa pisat...
...iden malo i spavat...

p.s. trenutno tražim posa, pa ako ima netko s viškom posla...tu sam...
...iman vozačku b i c, znan engleski, znan radit internet stranice(iako se to ode ne bi dalo vidit, al stvarno znan:)), znan rastavit kompjuter i onda ga opet sastavit...(bez viška dijelova)...
da ne pričan puno...kao da će mi ovo šta pomoć, al eto, ako ko treba dobrog i poštenog radnika, nek se javi...inače radija bi ja šta god treba...samo da se plaća...:)

- 03:32 - prosvijetli me:) (1) - troši papir uzalud:) - link posta...ako te baš zanima...:)

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